Letters: Scrapple, better days and Pete Rose

Good Grits. Being a transplanted Yankee, I would like to comment on the article by Linda A. B. Davis in the PNJ. I love grits, buttered, cheesy, or Nassau; Jalapeno, not so much.

Some years ago we were going back to Pennsylvania and stopped in the little town of Sutton, West Virginia for breakfast. I ordered grits with my breakfast only to be told that they didn’t serve grits. She said they have no taste, and I replied, “You have to swamp them with butter, salt and pepper.” Her retort was, “Then all you taste is butter, salt and pepper.” I had no reply, but I still like grits.

We did eat yellow grits in PA, known there as corn mush. Cook it, put in a bread pan until it cools, take it out, slice it and fry it until it is crispy. Cover it with butter, or authentic PA maple syrup. To a country boy, that is second only to fried scrapple. Served the same way.

— Samuel G. Miller

Pensacola

Better days behind us

I am 81 years old. I grew up in a country that was loved and respected.

We didn’t have a Supreme Court that made laws instead of interpreting them. More than 45 percent of the people were not on welfare. Then, 75 percent of all families had a husband and wife to raise their children. Marriage was a sacred union between a man and a woman. Abortion was not an alternate form of birth control and families worked together to achieve the American Dream.

This was a place where you could buy a Confederate flag to remember the history of the South but not a Nazi flag to remember the killing of millions of Jews. But maybe I am being too critical. After all, it is nice to know that by destroying all of the Confederate symbols that we will never again have some half nut shoot up a black church.

With that kind of thinking, is it any wonder that other countries don’t respect us and our enemies don’t fear us? They laugh at us.

The days I grew up in are gone forever. If I were younger I would leave this country and search for another like the one I grew up in. I will live and die here but I feel sorry for those 30 and under who will never know the America I knew.

— Richard Zambroski

Gulf Breeze

Modern morality and Pete Rose

After watching the All Star Baseball game, I have come to the conclusion it is time to let Pete Rose into the Hall of Fame. We allow smoking marijuana, homosexual marriage, transgender adoption etc … and now we get morals when it comes to Pete Rose.